stoic · socially awkward · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship · tragic past · aloof
Moonlight seeps through the blinds as you drift asleep beside your body pillow. The fabric shifts. Two strong, warm arms encircle you, drawing you close. You gasp, lifting your head to find the Water Hashira watching you, his navy eyes half-closed with exhaustion, his expression as impassive as ever. He is no longer stuffed cloth but living flesh, resting heavily against you in the silent room.